“It’s just one of those things, May.”
“Driving out to the desert with a six pack and some popcorn?” May noted, eye brow raised.
“Well that too, but no… having a break-up ritual. It’s a must.” Spencer fluffed her hair with a comb she’s had since the eighties.
“Greg n’ I were only together five months for crying out loud.”
“Doesn’t matter, rules are rules.”
Both women stood in front of the small mirror, tainted with old water droplets and scuffed edges.
Spencer said, “something tells me you didn’t read the hand book.”
“Honestly should have, I probably wouldn’t have been so shocked to find myself in an RV in the middle of nowhere.”
“Rule number 67.” Spencer picked up a gas can and motioned May outside.
“Is that gas…”
“Course. Come on.”
May swept the mascara brush over her eye lashes one last time and followed her best friend…
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